The Red Carpet Treatment

It was not exactly Hollywood Boulevard but my shoe-shined feet glided across the red carpet last Saturday night. My entourage included my wife, who dolled up looked like a sexy knockout, my brother Jim, and my close friend Mike.

We attended a private screening at United Artist Theatres in Turnersville, NJ for the independent movie Eclipse. The event gave the cast and crew the first chance to see their handiwork on the big screen before it makes the film festival circuit in the expectation of being sold outright.

The invitation specified proper attire so I climbed uneasily into a monkey suit. Directed by Justin Novelli Stuempfle, the making of this full-length movie claimed two years of his life to film and produce. It is about a religious cult and the mind control preying on its members. The acting held its own.

Playing a detective, I made the final cut in a 15-second clip. I made a forceful arrest of a bad guy. Let me just say that I saw this perpetrator's rap sheet and he deserved to be roughed up a little. Post-production did a marvelous job making my scene look realistic because my counterpart was not exactly a pushover at a towering 6’5”.

I do not like to get dressed up but the event suited me fine. It was a night that eclipsed no other and my entourage needed no detective work to find me in the movie.